Results tagged Bahamas from David Lebovitz

On my vacation, I loved posting updates about what I was doing, but I’m sure you can understand that I wasn’t all that keen on sitting in my room slouched over my laptop. Yes, I love and missed you all.

However every relationship has its limits. And there was something more important standing between you and I:

But on the 9+ hour plane ride home, I didn’t have much to do…especially since the in-flight entertainment was non-functional…so I gathered up my photos and wrote a lengthy wrap-up of the trip. And as soon as I got home, I published the story and pictures, only to check back a few minutes later and find that half the post was missing.

And no, not the part with the thong. You’re not getting off that easily. I’ll get to that later…

Like the inhabitants of a tropical island on LOST, my post was equally without bearings, floating out there on the internet somewhere, adrift and listless, where no one could find it. So I cobbled it back together the best I could, republished it and poof!&mdashed;vanished again. Like the folks who follow that program, I’m sure I could start some sort of conspiracy theory about why it’s happening, but I think I should just move on and hope the third time’s a charm.

And if I keep comparing my blog to LOST, my part better not be played by the doctor-guy, because if it was, do you think I’d be rewriting my post? I’d be staring at myself in the mirror instead.

The note arrived in January, just as winter was wearing me down, an invitation to head with some of my favorite people to the Bahamas. In the history of Gmail, I don’t think anyone’s ever hit the ‘Reply‘ button so fast.

I know I’m supposed to be enjoying all the fresh fish, tropical fruits and icy cocktails on offer, but this has become my daily fix…

What flavor ice cream is it? Who cares. It’s all about the toppings, my friends. Some poor fellow has the temerity to get between me and the bowl of rainbow sprinkles…and let’s just say that’s one more person who’s learned to not get between me and a bowl of sprinkles, rainbow or otherwise.

The other things in the bowl are crushed Oreos and Skor bars. People are staring at me (perhaps because I’m eating them before, during and after lunch), and I never really ate all that many Oreos when I lived in the states. But you know what? Those chocolate black cream-filled disks are addictive. Especially when softened-slightly by the Bahamian humidity.

Oh, and in response to all your requests for a swimsuit shot, you’re going to have to wait.

Matt and I had a couple of photo sessions, but decided I just didn’t have the backside to pull it off. So we’re having an open casting call with the male members of the Club Med staff in my room later this afternoon to find a suitable replacement. And we’ll get back to you shortly.